Don't give me answers for I would refuse
"yes" is a word for which I have no use
And I wasn't looking for heaven or hell
Just someone to listen to stories I tell
Now what is a blessing and what is a dream
Caught between portraits and none's what it seems
And why is it people expect there's a change
When I feel I'm a part of something I can't see
I feel the same
Now don't ask me questions or I will retreat
Fame is a cancer and ego its seed
Now I wasn't looking for heaven or hell
Just someone to listen to stories I tell
Do we ever wonder?
And do you ever care...
Subtle salvation in poems we know
Hiding our heads in a shadow of home
Now I wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells
Just someone to listen to stories I tell
Stories I tell
Friday, January 18, 2008
stories i tell..
Posted by nisha at 2:22 AM
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Fame is a cancer and ego its seed
Dat was an awesome line..in a mindblowing poem..
waise if u really need some one to share..count me always in...
take care
And I ask you to stop your search
I am here to listen !!!
Be it love or sorrow !!!
I am all ears !!!
awesome poem :)..loved it..reminds of karla's poetry in the novel shantaram :)
@sourish
thanx a lot...i will surely count on you.. :)
@zahid
thanx for being dere...
@maverick
thanx dear :)
Hi!
We all need someone to listen to us, at times forgetting that others need us for same reasons :)
Well-written poem!
Thanks for dropping at Straight From The Heart.
GBU
Arti
U are a writer in making.Excellent!
Thats superb poem Nish. You write so well. where were u all this days ?
@arti
thanx :)
@mez
thank u thank u :)
@ashu
i was here only....u got lost...
thanx for appreciating... :)
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